solitude

"It is my hope that this book walks that fine line between respecting the uniqueness of your individual journey and speaking to that part of you that may need company as you set your foot on the path. My story only provides a template, but there may well be themes that resonate for you. Perhaps knowing someone went this way will invite you to walk a little bit further into your unique unknown."

I cannot find the Monastery of Heaped Fragrance,Miles up now into the clouds of the summit.There is no footpath through the ancient woods.Where did the bell sound, Deep in the sound, deep in the mountain?The voice of the torrent gulps over jagged stones;Sunlight hardly warms the bluish pines.As dusk deepens in these unfathomable mazes,I practice meditationTo subdue the dragon of desire.

There are reveries so deep, reveries which help us descend so deeply within ourselves that they rid us of our history. They liberate us from our name. These solitudes of today return us to the original solitudes.

How is it possible not to feel that there is communication between our solitude as a dreamer and the solitudes of childhood? And it is no accident that, in a tranquil reverie, we often follow the slope which returns us to our childhood solitudes.